Dream on Baby

Chapter 1-The Start of Two Famous Lives

"Mr Potter!"

The tall young man facing the white wall had his hands shoved into his pockets. He paced around a square of white tiles in the corridor restlessly and sat back down on the plastic green chair.

"Mr Potter? I-I-I mean, s-sir! So-sorry sir," stuttered the tiny elf in the doorway of the room opposite him, fiddling with his hat anxiously.

Frederick Potter jerked out of his day-dream and whirled around to face the voice, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Just call me Fred," he chuckled, rumpling the stumbling elf's hat, "So, what's the news?"

The clearly intimidated elf stared at him dumbfounded his jaw dropping to the floor-speechless with shock. The black-haired man grinned. "The n-nurse said th-that th-the baby's coming s-s-soon," the elf muttered, not sure of what his reaction would be-wondering if it was a one-off thing.

"WHAT?" The elf stepped back. "Already?" The elf stared. "Ok...deep breath..." and he drew in a deep breath, "Hey you, do I look alright?" The elf's already large eyes were about to pop out of his head. "Obviously fine, lead the way old buddy," the man said running a hand through his thick black hair.

The elf, now far from shock, found his jaw and slammed it shut; hitting himself on the head continuously before the young man grasped it and nudged the dwarfed elf through. The elf stretched up to the brass doorknob and turned it, revealing a bright patriotically marron and gold draped room. He regained movement in his legs and timidly walked across the soft maroon carpet. The man walked across it in less than a few steps.

"Push sweetie!" encouraged the mid-wife who was crouched at the end of the bed. "Ahhh! I can't! The pain is killing me!" The young woman pushed her dark locks off her sweaty teary face, gripping the edge of the bed. "Liz!" "Ohhh Freddy baby! Sex wasn't worth this!" Elizabeth Potter wailed. "Oh come on!" "You're not the one with the watermelon coming out of your ass!" The young man grinned, "Well, I consider myself lucky then!" "ARGH!" she grumbled in exasperation, glaring at the man. "Sorry babe, are they treating you well?" he asked, walking up to the red- faced woman. "I made sure you had a room all to yourself, I don't really like other men staring at my naked girl when I should be the only one with the privilege," he continued, holding her hand and stroking it. He grinned at her, she glared at him, "Well they didn't do too bad of a job did they?" he continued fishing for a compliment. Her face softened, "No...so it was you who did all this," looking around in a daze at the maroon-coloured velvet that was draped all around the room. "Yeh, well I had to make sure my lucky girl had the best of the best," he said, giving her a kiss on the dripping forehead. "Typical...," The woman smiled at him and looked into his eyes, probably getting lost in there too. "Mrs Potter! If you don't hurry and push this baby out, he's going to suffocate!" Two pairs of eyes darted to the older woman. "Freddy baby, give me a kiss, I need some energy to push this thing out!" He obliged. He relaxed back on the chair, "Push!"-only to suddenly jump back up again. "Liz honey, you don't need to squeeze that hard!" He said wincing, massaging his hand through the gripping white fingers. "I-AM-IN-PAIN," the woman panted out. "Ok, push dear" "I AM!" "I heard that opening the windows helps women giving birth, something like letting the good spirits in and relaxing you..." "Would you like me to meditate the baby out right now?" "Well, it's very hot in here..." The elf pushed open a gap in the window. "Ahhh...Nurse how long have I been like this?" The nurse checked her watch and gave a small smile, "Nearly an hour dear" The woman screamed in pain as she looked up at the clock, "FIFTY-SEVEN MINUTES! I feel like I've been here for 57 HOURS!"

And with that the baby's head popped out.

"Look Lizzie, THE HEAD!" "It's not like you've never seen one before" "OUR BABY'S head?!" "Ok, so you haven't." "Oh look at it, it's got black hair like me, hurry up and push!" "HURRY UP? Easy for you to say!" He gave her another kiss and squeezed her hand.

At 10: 47am, on 13th of June, after one hour and eleven minutes of labour, the son of Frederick and Elizabeth Potter was born.

"Record time I must say!" the nurse commented, "I remember when I had my son Arthur, he didn't come out until it was after 16 hours of pain!" "Record time? 16 hours! I admire YOU!" The ear-piercing cry of a baby was heard in the maroon and gold draped room.

"Did you hear something Joe?" "Bet you my broom it was the maternity ward" "Wouldn't be surprised-" "Boys, don't get too distracted, you have hearts to switch"

"Oh dear, what a noisy baby!" The wrinkly baby continued to howl like there was no tomorrow. "All right, let me just cut your cord...hmm," the trainee held his scissors halfway in thought, "Maybe that's why you're crying..." he finished cutting it and tied a knot, looking back with a smile, "Well son of the Potter's, your cord's the first I've ever cut! Don't you feel special?" he cooed, prodding the baby on its stomach, hoping to calm his cries. The baby continued to bawl its eyes out. "Oh don't cry...oh come on, don't cry...please don't cry...please don't cry," he looked around frantic, "um...NURSE! NURSE FUTÉ!"

It's a work of art. She professionally hands the howling baby to her tired mum and he's as silent as a ventriloquist's doll. He charmingly grins up to her mother with his hazel eyes wide open-his future already laid out for him. The trainee clenches his fist and glares at the baby, who blinks innocently at him.

"16 hours you say? How did you manage!" the young mother asked, gently parting the blanket away from her new-borns face. "Oh, there is a long story to go with that! Don't worry 'bout that right now, would you like to call your son?" The older woman asks, summoning over additional blankets and clothes. "SON?" "Freddy, no need to be that surprised," the young woman said gazing at the baby that had just been handed to her, not noticing the man's goldfish-like face. "WHAT?" "Name to call him? Hm, I don't really know either. You don't need to shout either, the poor baby's ears are too new.' "No, I mean, he's a boy?!" "Yes! I thought we determined that a couple of minutes ago! Now a name! Didn't your grandmother prepare a list of appropriate names for us?" She looked up to a gaping mouth, "I think it's in my bag dear," she continued, nodding to her bag in the corner. He went to fetch the large tartan bag and hunted around inside, looking for the slip of paper. Finding what he was looking for, he bent over stretching his lanky body with his head inside the bag. "Should get a smaller bag, if my arm was any shorter!" "It was the smallest available in Wanders!" "Try Vermarchee" "VermarGI" "But you told me..." "Muggle brand and that's not even VerMARchee. They're actually really nice; I just can't stand to charm the inside of such a nice petite bag into a garbage truck." He strolled back to his wife carrying what seemed a very small slip of embossed paper. "So the list of appropriate names go...," he cleared his throat, "Edward- after my grandfather," he looked up to see her reaction. She screwed her nose, "As much as I love Grandpa Ed, we DO live in the 20th Century..." "So did he." "Next..." "Alexander-after my father," he looked up again to catch a raised-eyebrow. "Further down the list?" "Henrik-brother, William-cousin, Geoffery-other cousin, Benjamin-other cousin, Charles-must we name our child after my second cousin? Donald...this is getting kind of pathetic honey, are there any decent names on your side of the family tree? Dominic-hey he's French! You know you could always name him after me...Frederick Junior..." "Dream on baby" "Ok, ok," He continued reading down the list, "James...," he paused to think. "I kinda like that one" "Me too" "And your Grandmother finds it acceptable" "Which is very good." "James Abraham Potter" "Not bad," he said lifting his head high to gaze into the distance "Not bad at all," she echoed, nodding in return.

Half a year later, matters were rather different in St Vincent's...

David and Rose Evans sat on a plastic green chair in the emergency room of St Vincent's-waiting for a hospital bed.

"Madam? Madam? How long has it been since your water broke?" The young woman smiled and answered, "About 20minutes ago, my husband rushed over here as soon as possible," squeezing his hand gently. "Ok, well we won't keep you waiting for too much longer, come with me and I'll get you a bed."

They trudged along the numbered beds in the large originally-white room until they reached a crinkled bed shoved roughly into the corner of the room.

"I am so sorry...," the nurse apologised, straightening out the sheets, "The Government really needs to place extra money in hospitals in the coming Budget don't you think?" She fluffed the pillows in an effort to make the rickety hard bed more inviting, "I am so sorry, it will have to make do...ring the bell if you need additional help..." She tottered away, nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

The young couple looked at each other and the woman climbed into the bed, making herself comfortable.

Nurse Arabella Figg shook her head as she tottered away to make her 5th cup of coffee for that hour. If only I wasn't a squib! I could give them nice sheets-ironed-white oh and ones that smell nice too... She looked back at them only to throw her hands up in frustration. Waste of sympathetic thoughts! They are fine! She had caught them in a very intimate moment. She sighed. Why can't I be that lucky...?

"Cuppa coffee Rosie?" the yawning sun-bleached, sun-tanned man asked. "Oh thanks-a-bunch, I really need one of them right now...I can't fall asleep in the middle of labour can I?" He trod away, shoulders slightly slouched from lack of sleep, and his hand running through his hair to clear is out of knots from slipping in and out of sleep.

"Another cuppa Rosie?" the yawning sun-bleached, sun-tanned man asked. "Would that be your fifth?" she inquired "Perhaps...I can't fall asleep in the middle of labour can I?"

"Um Rosie..." "Get me one too thanks" "Sure thing"

"Uh Rosie..." "Next time" "No, um, I'm just going to the bathroom ok?" he said with a flushed face. "Well, of course, you've had like how many cups?" "I think 11..."

On his 13th cup though, the amazing happened... "ARGH! There's another one! Dave! I think it's coming! I think it's coming!" she laughed and waved her arms around in excitement. "That's wonderful!" he opened a bleary eye. Finally I can get out of this hole! "Do you think I should get that nurse again?" "Yes! Yes! Now! Our kid's coming!"

"Push dear! If you don't push, the poor thing's going to be trapped in there!" "Rosie, imagine you're on a big one and you hafta push! Push to get out of that barrel! Before it totally dumps you! The young woman glanced at the nurse then slid her eyes across to her husband and gave worried smile with her eyebrows bent and her nose screwed, "I'll try?"

She screwed her face up and pushed with all her might.

The baby slid out.

The two stared incredulously at the silent, blinking, breathing baby then at the open-mouthed, staring, gasping mother.

Nurse Figg gasped as she realised what had just happened. Her eyes were popping out of its socket at the revelation displayed in front of her, they widened as she discovered the truth behind it. She grinned. One day...in the near future... Hopefully. She added to her thoughts.

"Dave! Pinch me! Did I really see what I just saw? Did that baby just slide out of me?" she asked frantically, still not believing what has just happened. "Don't worry honey, you're not hallucinating yet," he reassured her "AM I DREAMING?" "Um, I don't think you are!" her husband answered, now not so sure himself.

"That baby just slid out of me!" "I know, you know Rosie, maybe my surfing encouragement thing helped?" "Maybe I did it by myself!" "Well, dear, of course, you did," he said smiling and nodding in mock agreement. "Dav-id! You know I did!" "Sure darling, what-ev-er you say..." kissing her on the cheek lightly.

"David!" "Sorry Rose, your majesty" "We should think of a name soon for our little girl you know" The mid-wife finally came back with a pair of scissors, "I am so sorry, I had to sterilise these and well, there was quite a queue!" He cut the cord neatly and efficiently tied a knot and handed her to the nurse for a general check. The onlooking Nurse Figg commented, "She hasn't cried a single note yet" "She gets that from me" "Obviously dear," the sound of sarcasm rocketed off the ceiling "And her eyes," stating the obvious "That was obvious. I hope she doesn't end up with blond hair too! Blond hair and green eyes just don't go!" "Thanks Rosie" "No pro-blem! She really has been quiet. Maybe she'll be the 1-in-a- billion easy-to-care for babies!" "Dream on baby" "Back to names...it can't be that hard. After all, it has to be after a flower. Don't look at me like that David, you know it does! And it's been in the families for gen-er-a-tions! So don't spoil it!" "A nice one then" "I want a nice one too you know-" "Flower deliveries!" the nurse dropped a bouquet of flowers onto the still- large-bump. Some inspiration perhaps? Thought the young woman. "It's from mum!"
"That was nice of her"
"Mmm..." he mumbled in agreement.
"Gerbras...we can't really name her Gerbra..."
"Daisy? There's a couple of them there...
"Nah, that's my great-grandma." "Uh..." he inspected the large bunch, squinting to catch a sight of any unusual flowers, "Iris?" "Well...yeh, it's a pretty flower! But it..." She racked her brains for an excuse, "You know eyes have irises." "Yeh der, its that coloured bit right? Ok, gotcha, you don't like it" "Here's your baby dear," Nurse Figg gently laid the baby into her open arms. The baby stretched it's tiny baby, switched sleeping positions and curled up again, with her mouth slightly open. "Hey, a lily...there's one...right in the middle...that could kinda like symbolise her ay? If you look at it in that kinda deep way...you know...as like uniqueness. Well first, she didn't cry-hasn't cried either..." "I like it" "Lily...my mum, your mum?...Evans..." "What's the tradition?" "Got none. How 'bout we'll go to your side and scab a name? After all the first is mine, you can have the middle!" "Joy..." "Come on! Lily Sarah Evans" "A beauty" "Just beautiful"

And that was the start of two very famous lives...

Disclaimer: JK Rowling and her creation...Harry Potter

Summary: James Potter and Lily Evans were meant to be. But why is there always something preventing them to be together? Of course, the fact that Mr Popular has a string of girls (eg Courtney-who-wears-too-short-skirts) after him and nobody cares much about Miss Smart-muggleborn and a rising Dark Lord helps.

AN: hi!! I will revise this chapter. But I was so desperate to get it up I couldn't wait. I really hoped you enjoyed reading the first chapter. I seriously intend to write more...if people want to read it. I don't care if people want to read it because they like it or if they want to see how bad I can get it. Well I do...I'll just try and improve! This chapter came out very late. I intended to 'publish' this the day I saw HP3 (the first day it came out;) xx lucky aren't I? my lovely school booked TWO WHOLE sessions hehe) that didn't happen because I didn't get home til 10- which was 'too late' to go log onto the net. So I postponed release date to that long weekend I had. I was too lazy and caught up with homework. So I postponed release date to after 2 major maths tests, 2 science tests (incl. a redo-our whole class failed the first one). And then was the term-break. 3 weeks of pure bliss. And then was 7 pages of work! If people actually respond, I'll actually churn out stories much more efficiently! Rather than dawdling and putting on and off.

Those who want to read this story. (Hopefully some) I don't intend on making this story very dark, even if Voldemort's in it. But there will be some dark bits. And my other story. That was actually very dark. But I'm not depressed anymore, but (again) I do have the plot and everything written out in that story. It's just that no-ones reading it. So I haven't found the need to upload it. Star xx